Stone is not stone

There was a time when stone was stone 

And a face on the street was a finished face. 

Between the Thing, myself and God alone 

There was an instant symmetry. 

Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted: 

Stone is not stone 

And faces like the fractioned characters in dreams are incomplete 

Until in the child's inchoate face 

I recognize your exiled eyes. 

The soldier climbs the glaring stair leaving your shadow. 

Tonight, this torn room sleeps 

Beneath the starlight bent by you.

Carson Mccullers